You'll never guess what I had the opportunity to do yesterday evening. I was weeding in the front yard, and who should be riding by?
Yes. She stopped and chatted and then she asked,
Would you like to try my bike?
I hopped on that bad boy and rode down my street. I beeped the big fat ah-ooo-ga horn! I rang the little ting-a-ling bell! Ginger's bike has a big orange flag on top, and a bandanna flails in the wind for good measure.
How great is it her name is Ginger?
I feel a tiny bit guilty about leaving my children unattended in the yard in order to follow my dream, but when would I have this opportunity again? Besides, Ginger was right there watching them.
I want to be just like her when I grow up.